The Lycan King’s War Prize
“I, Esme Meadows, reject you as my mate!”
At her heated words of rejection, a tense silence enveloped the whole yard. No one, not even the wind made a single noise.
Esme tensed, expecting the pain of the rejection to swamp her body but nothing came. Then the king laughed. A soft mocking laugh.
“You really don’t know anything, do you?” He said mirthlessly as he knelt before her. “The rejection will never work.”
“Why?!”
“Because, my dear Esme, lycans mate for life. And even if they didn’t, I wouldn’t accept your rejection anyways.”
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